I slept most of the day
. I was called every name in the book.
. Please. She begs:
‘Fingers…’
‘Please?’
‘I need you… I need your fingers…’
Between his tongue-tip tease, at the holy-hot centre of her pain, almost imperceptible, to the insistent and relentless lateral thrubbing drum beat, also achieved with his tongue, she’d been taken to the edge of her orgasm for half an hour, and countless ‘almost-rans’, where she considered throwing herself off the cliff
I slept most of the day
. I was called every name in the book.
. Please. She begs:
‘Fingers…’
‘Please?’
‘I need you… I need your fingers…’
Between his tongue-tip tease, at the holy-hot centre of her pain, almost imperceptible, to the insistent and relentless lateral thrubbing drum beat, also achieved with his tongue, she’d been taken to the edge of her orgasm for half an hour, and countless ‘almost-rans’, where she considered throwing herself off the cliff
I slept most of the day
. I was called every name in the book.
. Please. She begs:
‘Fingers…’
‘Please?’
‘I need you… I need your fingers…’
Between his tongue-tip tease, at the holy-hot centre of her pain, almost imperceptible, to the insistent and relentless lateral thrubbing drum beat, also achieved with his tongue, she’d been taken to the edge of her orgasm for half an hour, and countless ‘almost-rans’, where she considered throwing herself off the cliff
